When the heart is simply out of reach
Like a freshly amputed limb
You are so tapped-out with malice
Eaten, chewed, swallowed, taken in
Each day I try to do it better
Than the better that I did before
But that changes nothing of what's around me
I'm not redeemed, I'm not made whole
I dispose of certain parts of myself
To others in their time of need
Would that they be forever well
But still they call me a creep
Admiration from me is revolting
A poem from me to be spat upon
For compliments from me are poison
And all of them wish me gone
I've never tried so hard to say
Such pretty things in such gentle ways
But I'm just a wast of time
So gratitude is out of line
With me you shouldn't just say
The things you cannot say with others
'Cause you know that
I am the designated vilified
Everybody finds a punching bag
For me to stand aside
For me to stand aside
Whe the hear is simply out of reach
Like a freshly amputed limb
You are so tapped-out malice
Eaten, chewed, swallowed, taken in
Each day I try to do it better
Than the better that I did before
But that changes nothing of what's around me
I'm not redeemed, I'm not made whole
I dispose of certain parts of myself
To others in their time of need
Would that they be forever well
But still they call me a creep
Admiration from me is revolting
A poem from me to be spat upon
For compliments from me are poison
And all of them wish me gone
I've never tried so hard to say
Such pretty things in such gentle ways
But I'm just a wast of time
So gratitude is out of line
With me you shouldn't just say
The things you cannot say with others
'Cause you know that
I am the designated vilified
Everybody finds a punching bag
For me to stand aside
For me to stand aside
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When the heart is simply out of reach
Like a freshly amputed limb
You are so tapped-out with malice
Eaten, chewed, swallowed, taken in
Each day I try to do it better
Than the better that I did before
But that changes nothing of what's around me
I'm not redeemed, I'm not made whole
I dispose of certain parts of myself
To others in their time of need
Would that they be forever well
But still they call me a creep
Admiration from me is revolting
A poem from me to be spat upon
For compliments from me are poison
And all of them wish me gone
I've never tried so hard to say
Such pretty things in such gentle ways
But I'm just a wast of time
So gratitude is out of line
With me you shouldn't just say
The things you cannot say with others
'Cause you know that
I am the designated vilified
Everybody finds a punching bag
For me to stand aside
For me to stand aside
Whe the hear is simply out of reach
Like a freshly amputed limb
You are so tapped-out malice
Eaten, chewed, swallowed, taken in
Each day I try to do it better
Than the better that I did before
But that changes nothing of what's around me
I'm not redeemed, I'm not made whole
I dispose of certain parts of myself
To others in their time of need
Would that they be forever well
But still they call me a creep
Admiration from me is revolting
A poem from me to be spat upon
For compliments from me are poison
And all of them wish me gone
I've never tried so hard to say
Such pretty things in such gentle ways
But I'm just a wast of time
So gratitude is out of line
With me you shouldn't just say
The things you cannot say with others
'Cause you know that
I am the designated vilified
Everybody finds a punching bag
For me to stand aside
For me to stand aside
Like a freshly amputed limb
You are so tapped-out with malice
Eaten, chewed, swallowed, taken in
Each day I try to do it better
Than the better that I did before
But that changes nothing of what's around me
I'm not redeemed, I'm not made whole
I dispose of certain parts of myself
To others in their time of need
Would that they be forever well
But still they call me a creep
Admiration from me is revolting
A poem from me to be spat upon
For compliments from me are poison
And all of them wish me gone
I've never tried so hard to say
Such pretty things in such gentle ways
But I'm just a wast of time
So gratitude is out of line
With me you shouldn't just say
The things you cannot say with others
'Cause you know that
I am the designated vilified
Everybody finds a punching bag
For me to stand aside
For me to stand aside
Whe the hear is simply out of reach
Like a freshly amputed limb
You are so tapped-out malice
Eaten, chewed, swallowed, taken in
Each day I try to do it better
Than the better that I did before
But that changes nothing of what's around me
I'm not redeemed, I'm not made whole
I dispose of certain parts of myself
To others in their time of need
Would that they be forever well
But still they call me a creep
Admiration from me is revolting
A poem from me to be spat upon
For compliments from me are poison
And all of them wish me gone
I've never tried so hard to say
Such pretty things in such gentle ways
But I'm just a wast of time
So gratitude is out of line
With me you shouldn't just say
The things you cannot say with others
'Cause you know that
I am the designated vilified
Everybody finds a punching bag
For me to stand aside
For me to stand aside
Writer: William Shaw
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid